Life brings clouds of come and go
Then suddenly,
One day, you turn around,
And find you’re all alone.
When, oh When did life begin?
So fast it passed away,
Long ago, it seemed so slow
Then, only in one day
All the roses died at once,
Goodbyes were never said,
All the roads just led to one,
With loneliness ahead,
Never more to be as one,
Never more, ‘I love you’
To be said.
A good, a niceA sincerePoem,I’ve neverFlown in Space,But writing PoetryFulfills you,With that same,Kind of Grace.
Part of a Poet’s heart.
It can’t be cut out or eliminated,It just stagnates,In thin smoky-grey cloudsThat don’t rain or alleviate,The sadness it shouts out.,
The neck,Tell me, tell meWhat comes next,For tipsAre not includedNor a salary,Precluded,Rhymers, just don’tPass, the money testThere’s got to beMuch more,Materialistic zest!But poets,Just don’t act that way,Heavens,Thanked and blessed,No, no, not yet!
Killing, Fighting,No place to go.Life so short,Death so long,Why by God,Can’t we get along?
The ambiance is of romance,As each one does what he wants,Individualism peaks!For the Spaniard is not meek,Proud and boisterous is He,And Romantic as can be.Oh I love you, Spain so far,Followed always from afar,Land of my ancestral star,Understanding who you are.Your artistic talent rests,Quite a gift, one of the best,Pride and Passion coincide,Living always at…
